(Big Neck) Too often the reality (and appeal) of trashy, garage rock-adjacent bands is that it’s hard to tell them apart, or to say what makes them special – most of them just capture the vibe right and channel chaos. That is not the case with these Freaks. While this album is certainly trashy, fuzzy, nasty, and rough, it’s never able to hide the incredible writing, playing, and creative talents of its participants behind frayed edges. Guitar lines that channel blues, country, classic rock, punk and Pacific Northwest frat, hooks that could catch a great white shark, and genuine menace abound. These Cheaps ain’t no trick!